A Day in the Life: Anomaly Me

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Art keeps me sane. “Daffodil” digital collage. © Barbara Berney. All rights reserved.

a·nom·a·ly

Dictionary result for anomaly
/əˈnäməlē/
noun: anomaly; plural noun: anomalies
1. something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected.
synonyms: oddity, peculiarity, abnormality, irregularity, inconsistency, incongruity, deviation, aberration, quirk, freak, exception, departure, divergence, variation;
 
I loathe that word. Unfortunately, I’ve heard it far too many times with respect to my medical history. Add to that, “Hmmm, I’ve never seen/heard of that before.” Rather than list them all, suffice to say that dying on the table in the midst of a simple procedure is an anomaly. Being unable to tolerate even trace doses of narcotics (I die quickly) is an anomaly (three times). A stroke in the left occipital lobe that affects vision generally leaves one with permanent impairment: my vision recovered completely in a matter of hours with no sign of damage. That was a good anomaly. There have been others, none of them good.
I finally consulted a hip surgeon in my previous home town. His examination revealed that the muscle over the bone, which had been cut during surgery and then sewn back together afterward, has at some point, separated into two pieces, leaving the bone exposed directly under the skin, and a crater where the muscle ought to be.
Yep, he’s never seen that before. “It’s very rare, an anomaly,” he said. “A surgeon might only see this three or four times in an entire career in practice.”
He has referred me to a hip reconstructive surgeon closer to home, whose earliest appointment is in mid-July. When I asked him if the workouts, walking and other activities involving my legs could worsen the condition, he didn’t knnow. An Internet search turned up nothing helpful (too rare?), so I am now trying to find information and answers before July 17.
To say that I am frustrated would be an understatement. I’ve had 24 separate and diverse surgeries (that I can remember) to date, and have never batted an eyelash at the prospect of any of them because they were all known quantities, and I was younger then. This one has thrown me for a loop.
To keep myself sane, I create art.
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